Claudia's Men (2 page)

Chapter 2

With his body now touching her, she was transparent to his mind. He would be her first orgasm. He’d make sure she’d never forget the feeling. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was untutored in the most elemental way. He would be the man to release the woman she hadn’t allowed to surface.

Terrance took the kiss he’d wanted since spotting her earlier. His mouth found hers hard and resistant, a challenge he accepted along with her rigid body trapped against him. Holding her tighter until he felt her give in, he experienced the instant she relented. Opening her lips to accept his tongue darting between hers made her sigh and open farther to spar against him. He dropped her wrist and circled his arm behind her shoulders. She didn’t complain. Her fingers laced in his hair, holding their mouths together.
 

He boldly let his fingers slip along her back, teasing her spine. Both his hands dropped to her hips, slipping farther down until his palms rode back up with the material of her skirt bunched between his fingers, baring her silk-covered legs to the evening air. With each pass, his hands drew the material higher, exposing the full length of her legs. His hands disappeared under the fabric, using his fingers to stroke her bare thighs above her stockings. Only a thin swatch of silk covered her pussy and clit.
 
Their mouths were still fused, her hands still laced in his hair. She let out a guttural breath, one that drove him to pull her directly over him, deepening his motions. Setting a new pace, his cock rode against her almost bare clitoris.

He was all but bursting at the seams of his black pants. The zipper imbedded an impression on his bare skin, the pain became pleasure and torture looking for release. Just as her touch left an impression on his soul he’d never forget. He'd known immediately she'd be trouble. She was a woman he wouldn't forget easily. The reality of his situation made him aware she was too young to take into eternity, at least for now.

Claudia pulled from the kiss to stare openly at him.
 
"What are we doing?" she asked breathlessly. The back of her hand rose to her swollen lips.
 
Her breathing labored, and her body heated with a sexual need he could feel and sense. His teeth began the familiar ache of his fangs descending and he tried to stop the process.

"Where can we go for privacy?" he asked.

"No," she answered quickly, glancing around to see if anyone was watching them.

Pulling himself back, he dropped his hands from her body. Her eyes widened as she witnessed the shift in his persona. Claudia’s thoughts revealed her angst that her rejection had him on the verge of retaliation. He stilled, waiting for his fangs to retract.
 

When his teeth returned to normal, he simply said, "Sorry, I guess I read the signals wrong." He turned and started to walk slowly away, adding, "Better be careful, little girl." From the hurt look on her face, the insult struck home. "The next man you lure tonight might not be so understanding. He may take what you're offering, regardless of you only being a tease." He left her confused, knowing he'd turned the situation of his creation back on her.

Even with the distance between them, once he kissed her, he was now able to read her. She stood where he left her, confused that she'd almost allowed him to take her in the stand of trees beside the old house. She felt wearier he hadn't. Fighting within herself, she knew it wouldn't be right. If he'd said or done just one thing different, she might have let him or pushed him to take her.
 

He didn't hold back his outright laughter, taking the glass of champagne from a passing waiter. He knew he was right, she'd been waiting for him to come and release her from the mundane mores of her everyday world. She was meant for something greater. She'd be his and only his. He would not share her with any other man or woman outside of his brood.
 

Once she understood her other side, she’d accept her future as his kindred and thank him every day for her rescue. He too would thank the fates that brought them together finally. Just when he’d given up on believing he’d find a woman who’d take to his hand, tonight she arrived as if she’d been waiting for him to find her.

Chapter 3

Claudia spent a few minutes in the bathroom, staring at the stranger in the mirror. At first, the new clothes were a simple exploration of fashion. Now she realized her nameless kissing partner could be right. But this was a formal party, she reinforced to the face in the mirror. Anybody who really knew her would accept the irony of her choice. Everyday life required her to wear suits and dresses for her office job.

There were many ladies attending tonight in outfits similar to hers. A few others proudly wandered in skimpy avant-garde ultrafashionable designs. In fact, she'd been the most covered, although the satin corset she wore underneath did push her ample chest high and forward as her normal bras never did. The attached garters led her to wear ultra thin silk stocking which left her thighs bare. The memory of his large, slightly calloused fingers on her naked flesh gave her a thrill, and her pussy went moist.

She became angry with herself for letting him make her second-guess herself. Claudia stood to her five foot ten height, adjusted her top and hesitated to let her own fingers drop to her crotch to give herself the few strokes it would take for release. With a deep sigh, her hands dropped and slid the material of her skirt upward. One hand held it bunched up, and her other rubbed her clit in furious circles until the slight peak trickled through her. While it was a release, it wasn’t satisfying.

She went back to the party, watching the dancing couples on the lower patio while love songs played. Others mingled after dinner, some just relaxing in the tranquil atmosphere. Carrying a cup of coffee with her as she moved through the crowd, she made a point of staying busy, talking and joking. And the whole time she waited for chance to escape the crowd.

She slipped away easily, taking the side steps down the back path to the lake, one she knew well and didn't need light to navigate. Watching the activity from this angle, it all seemed so normal. Only the feelings she now carried inside made her long for her rude stranger. With a resigned laugh, she realized a total stranger’s kiss had turned her insides to jelly, and for the first time in her life, she knew what it felt like to be hot and horny. Her pussy lips pulsed, and she flexed her thigh muscles, hoping to relieve the ache.

"Damn him," she said aloud.

Most men left her feeling half-cocked. Their touch didn't affect her to the level of intensity she'd experienced tonight. With a resigned sigh, she realized at least her body was capable of fulfillment with the right partner.

She had to wonder if her earlier appraisal gave the wrong impression, knowing she had openly watched him across the yard. His six foot plus frame looked strong and solid. She wondered if his skin was smooth, and imagined curling dark hairs on his upper chest, mentally chasing them down his belly to a halo of darkness surrounding the hugest cock she’d ever been exposed to.

A girl could dream, not that she'd seen many penises in photos and fewer in person, but he was a prime specimen of the male. She couldn't stop the chill racing down her spine and landing with a heavy heat in her lower lips while thinking about him. Her nameless man was tall and trim. His black hair was brushed back from his face, accenting his black eyes. He had a paler complexion that highlighted his darkness. His jaw was squared and his mouth boasted full lips that were a girls dream to kiss. Moisture flowed involuntarily as she slowly let her gaze drift upward. He took a step from the tree line revealing his position.
 

His smile made her feel as if somehow he knew her thoughts. In the darkness, he wouldn't see her skin turn hot with embarrassment or feel the layer of steam suddenly surrounding her.
 

For the first time in ages, Claudia wanted something for herself. She wanted this man, which generally annoyed her because of his approach. It was crazier because she didn't know him. It would not happen, ever. Especially with the predatory look on his face, as if she belonged to him in some way. She’d done nothing wrong. He was presumptuous. Then why did she suddenly feel so empty?

"Sorry, I didn't realize anyone else would be down here. You're missing dessert."

"I'm disappointed. I'd hoped you come to find me."

"No, just trying to get away from the noise of the party."

"Me too," he said, "and to get my body back in check."

"I am not a tease," she reinforced, "and I didn't pull you into the trees."

Chapter 4

"I know, Claudia. Let's just chalk the whole experience up to the party and wine.” What else could he say without revealing too much? He knew to hold his tongue, but didn’t, testing her. “Maybe I felt it my place to point out the obvious, and maybe deep inside, you wanted what happened, or almost happened."

"I'm not looking for anything. It’s just an outfit.
 
And, if you truly knew me in my everyday life, you'd know this was about as far away from reality as I could get. It's the spring ball, a night for taking on a different façades, testing them out."

"Love the shoes, babe. Wear them often?" His jab about the shoes made her tense visibly inside and out. He held back his smile, not wanting to rile her temper, which he now read to be on a short leash.

"They’re what started this whole mess,” she said with a sigh and lifted her left shoulder slightly. He sensed her relaxing. “I saw them, fell in love with them and couldn't justify buying them with no place to wear them. It would have been senseless to buy them and not the matching dress. I tower over people in bare feet. Tonight I seem a monolith over them, including most of the men."

“Not me," he said, specifically trying to soften his voice to sound enticing.

"I'm aware of that. Is that why you kissed me? Because I’m tall?"

"I mistook you for a woman who knew what she wanted and was prepared to take it."

"I do know what I want." She turned to walk away, pausing at his next words.

"But you’ll never tell anyone, especially any man.
 
Who are you, Claudia? What pushes you over the edge to freedom, to that place where you let yourself fall and experience a genuine orgasm?" He knew not to approach her. In this heightened state, beyond his cock being hard, his fangs threatened to descend. "No man has found it. You're still too untouched to have let go and found it for yourself, let alone share it."

"And you’re the man to find my secret? Sorry, no dark secret. I just haven't found the right man yet. I'm young enough not to worry. I've time to enjoy life and experiment until I find what's right for me."

"He’s standing before you, right here, right now. What are you going to do about it?"

"You presume a lot, considering I don't know your name or anything about you, or even how you wound up here at my family’s yearly party."

"Would any of it matter? You're annoyed because I'm right. Your kiss…"

"
You kissed me."

"You kissed back and wanted more. I've had taken you right then in the stand of trees if you weren't so scared. I suppose there were too many people milling around." With a strained smile on his lips, he asked, "Maybe it's the crowd that makes you hot? Is that it? You need the thrill of almost being caught to climax?"
 

"You have no idea what makes me hot. How do I know it's not the idea of getting caught that makes you hard?
 
Think about that. You pulled me into the trees where people milled around.”

"You believe that if you need to." He took a step forward and tugged her to him. His kiss was gentle and soft, and she drew back. "Just what I thought. You want the fire and the excitement only a certain kind of man can trigger. One who knows himself and how to please you, make you soften and take what's offered." He kissed her a second time, hard. Pulling her over his erection, rocking against each other left no doubt the movement excited him. His body betrayed him further and his cock surged. His hands moved up, then down her thighs, moving her skirt in unison, finding the tops of her stockings and garters. On a second pass, he pulled her skirt high, bundling the material around her hips, leaving her legs almost naked to the night air. His hand found the lace panties she thought nobody would ever see but her. His mind flashed to her standing before a full-length mirror, wearing just her undies, turning from side to side in appraisal of her body. He knew her disappointment when she acknowledged no man would see them.

“Your panties are damp, Claudia, from your heat.” He drew them over her hips and halfway down her thighs, leaving them below her skirt hem as his hands slid up again. His palms rounded each cheek, lightly pinching her buttocks as if he owned her.

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Claudia acknowledged this stranger knew her deepest thoughts and secrets, but how could he? She didn’t even know his name and wondered who told him hers. Her family hosted the party so he could have asked anyone. Who invited him was a question she’d like an answer to. His touch made her hot, made her nipples peak against the satin, made her lower lips heavy with need, slick and separate, wanting his intrusion.

It annoyed her when he anticipated her want of his touch. His left hand moved around her, slipping between their bodies as he gently stroked her heated lips. She gasped at his touch, and he covered her mouth with his. The rhythm of his finger alternately stroked her. She got lost in the strange tenderness of it all, his lips pressed to hers as his finger moved along her skin. She forgot to be annoyed when his touch created a new, insistent heat deep inside. Her body reacted to him before her mind shut him out.

Claudia knew this was insane. Anyone could wander down to the lake and find them locked in each other’s arms, her skirt pulled up and her panties pushed down her thighs. His right hand mingled in her hair, directing their kiss, while she allowed his other to intimately awaken her. She pulled back for a breath, acknowledging to herself she’d lost her mind completely, letting a total stranger touch her. But his hands were cool against her, now alternating between pinching her rear and rubbing her pussy lips.

She groaned loudly, outwardly disappointed when he pulled his hand away. She was surprised and pleased when he drew his fingers along her mouth, dipping his head down to lick her lips. He repeated the process several times, and she waited to lick his fingers coated with her moisture the next pass. In the shadows of the trees, he pulled her backward to a small bench. He sat, bracing his legs a shoulder-width apart. As he dropped, his arm still wrapped around her, he pulled her with him. They landed with her face down across his lap. She struggled to get up, to pull down her skirt and to pull her panties back up to cover her bare buttocks. She stopped when his hand landed palm first on her left buttock then her right.

Dead silence surrounded them except for her heavy breaths. Party noises floated from various directions but became obsolete. The sound of his palm contacting firmly with her skin seemed to hang in the humid air around them.

“Stop that,” she said with short breaths. “It’s not funny. Let me up.”

“Ah, now you’re indignant and shocked at my forwardness.” The sound of his laugh deepened. She hated the irony his tone conveyed so accurately. She hated that she wasn’t doing more to stop him, accepting his hand to her skin awakened something buried deep inside. Something she’d never let herself acknowledge, even to herself. He dropped his hand from her skin, and she went cold inside. Glancing over her shoulder, the look on his face told her he knew exactly that.

“Claudia, make a choice,” he whispered, pulling her up by the shoulders to face him. His kissed her and she no longer cared if her need was indecent, she wanted this stranger to fulfill the fantasies she wouldn’t admit. “Decide now,” he whispered. He helped her to stand before him, tugging down the sleeves of her top, revealing the satin cups of her corset. Freeing her breasts to his waiting hands, her nipples hardened further from his touch.

His mouth found her and sucked, sending a shiver from her breast to her pussy. Her nipple puckered harder in the night air after being released from his lips. Her sigh resonated in the night air. Taking her other nipple, he sucked harder, his hand back to her lower cheek, palming her skin. The increasing pressure of his pinch echoed through her, nipple to her belly and directly to her lower lips. It made them heavy and wet, separating of their own volition, waiting to be penetrated.

Rewarded with his gentle probing near her opening, she sighed aloud, and he changed breasts, sucking her nipple and skin between his lips, drawing her toward a point of no return.

She sighed when he drew his lips from her breast, moving her back over his lap, exposed and wanting his touch. His palm spanked her lightly, and with each tap, she felt his erection surge against her belly. Claudia maneuvered her arm downward and shifted to cup him, her hand not able to contain his length. She acknowledged his girth and squeezed a bit harder, rewarded with his pulse in her hand.

Spurned on by his size, she dropped to the ground between his legs, kneeling before him, inching closer between his widespread thighs. Watching his black eyes for only a second, she focused her attention on lowering his zipper over the bulge. His cock all but sprang into her hand as she peeled the fabric away.